PUSL.- This 8 March International Women’s Day we decided to dedicate an honorable mention to the women of the Khaya family.
They are the face of Saharawi women who suffer humiliation, aggression, violence but resist and do not give up, brave, determined, tireless women on their way towards the freedom of their country.
Under police siege closed inside their home for 110 days now, since 19 November 2020, victims of daily assaults by the Moroccan occupation authorities.
They are a part of the face of the Saharawi Woman, which is composed of girls, young people, elderly people, daughters, mothers, grandparents, generations of women respected by Saharawis where gender violence is taboo, but poorly treated and oppressed by the Moroccan occupier.
While in Saharawi culture, beating or assaulting a woman, whether physically, psychologically or verbally, is a dishonor for any man, the Moroccan occupiers, the employees of the occupying state, whether they are police, military, paramilitary, teachers or doctors and nurses, are happy to help. brutal repression of Saharawi women.
We could speak of dozens if not hundreds of other women in the occupied territories, but due to the recent situation and daily aggression and the fact that in Sultana’s house, only women and children live, we could not fail to highlight this case.
We also want to greet the brave women of the refugee camps, who are reinventing their daily survival with cuts in humanitarian aid, in the midst of the global pandemic and with the resumption of arms since last November after the ceasefire violation by Morocco.
In the diaspora, Saharawi women multiply in the arduous task of raising funds for the camps and denouncing the situation in acts of solidarity, in demonstrations and at conferences.
The women, daughters and mothers of the Saharawi political prisoners, who suffer an endless ordeal, with their family members tortured in the Moroccan dungeons, in isolation, often without knowing whether they are alive or dead, traveling hundreds of kilometers to stay for hours, days in front of the prisons awaiting a visit authorization.
How many tears these women shed in the dark of the night so that the next day with dry eyes they can continue their struggle.
